Kuai Chuan: What to do if you madly criticize beauties who refuse to be cannon fodder

Before, he could still use a cane and go out for a walk with the help of others. By the time spring came, he was so sick that he needed a wheelchair to travel.

Jiang Lai would often push him for walks outside.

Before, Mr. Huang would often whisper in her ears to go out and meet more new friends.

Soon, he even lost the ability to speak. The legendary figure who used to be all-powerful in the shopping mall was now wearing a saliva towel, missing half of his meals, and his consciousness became increasingly confused.

Jiang Lai found many doctors for him.

In the end, all the doctors came to almost the same conclusion.

The old man suffers from cerebral infarction and moderate to severe Alzheimer's disease. As time goes by, he will slowly forget everyone. When he is the only one left in the world, death is not far away.

Jiang Lai asked why.

Why would such a wise old man become like this in just a few months.

The doctor just said that this is a probabilistic event, and medical treatment can only make the elderly live more comfortably.

Jiang Lai will spend a lot of time with Huang Lao.

He is like a child now, knowing no one but Jiang Lai.

Sometimes he calls her mother, sometimes he calls her Xiaohui, and sometimes he calls her daughter. No matter who he calls, Jiang Lai agrees.

She sat side by side with him on the bench to bask in the sun.

It was cold in early spring, but the warm sunshine was very comfortable. Behind Huang's house was a large lake with beautiful scenery, and on the yellow lawn there were several deer and horses that the old man had raised before.

Jiang Lai was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, a hand patted her gently.

She slowly opened her eyes and turned around to see Mr. Huang standing in front of her and smiling kindly at her.

"Come on, Dad Huang is leaving. There is something I left for you in the drawer. You can open it and take a look after I leave.

Come on, take care of yourself alone, and bury me next to your grandpa. "

A gust of cold wind blew, and Jiang Lai opened her eyes suddenly. She took a deep breath and stared at the lake in front of her.Turning around slowly, the old man beside him seemed to be asleep.

Jiang Lai blinked, and suddenly felt a little sour in his eyes.

Maybe it was the wind.

She rubbed her eyes, then leaned over to hug Huang Lao, leaning on his shoulder and murmuring.

"Just wait, I'll go back to find you right away."

Mr. Huang passed away and left his huge family fortune to his godson Shi Yubai.

On the day of the funeral, Shi Yubai stood at the door wearing a black Tang suit to greet the guests.

Seeing Jiang Lai's face looking a little pale, he asked her to go back and rest.

No one had touched Mr. Huang's room yet. Jiang Lai walked in, took out a black shielding device, opened it and placed it in an inconspicuous place in the corner.

Then she walked to the bed, opened the secret compartment under the drawer, and took out a small black notebook.

There are many bank card numbers, addresses, passwords, some names, and some unique passwords written on the book.

This is Mr. Huang's hidden industry, and even Shi Yubai is not qualified to touch it.

At the end of the book is a row of crooked words. It can be seen how much effort the person who wrote it put in before leaving this final stroke.

[Yu Bai is tampering with my medicine. I don’t have much time left and am unable to resist. Don’t avenge me. The route has been arranged. You should leave as soon as possible]

The last word is very long.

Jiang Lai put away his notebook and looked back when he turned to leave.

Finally, she opened a bottle of wine and sprinkled it around the room. The moment she threw the lighter, the room was surrounded by fire.